You and Michelle were waiting for your parents. You planned out this dinner a while ago. Your parents wanted to meet your girlfriend.

Somehow, you convinced her to wear a dress for this dinner. She hated dresses but it looked good on her. That and you had always wanted to see her in a dress. This dinner was your little excuse to get her to wear one.

She didn’t mind wearing it but she would have rather be in a suit or something…

“I look like an idiot,” she grumbled as she leaned back.